Ah, the Bearly Ultra. The name says it all. The time I was bearly recovered enough from Pinhoti to actually try and run fast. The day I bearly survived because it was unseasonably hot. The race I bearly finished. (See what I’m doing here?)
I signed up for the race on a whim—my friends asked me to run on their relay team, Cougars and the Kitten. You can’t say no to running on a relay team, especially if there are costumes involved!
I had originally planned to run all 27 miles (run my leg and then keep running) for the fun of it, but quickly changed my plan when I saw the temperatures. Cop-out? Yes. Did I feel bad? Not at all.
It was interesting to see how not-recovered I felt after the Pinhoti 100—one week I can run 100 miles, the next week I can barely make it through 10. Yes, 100 miles takes a lot out of you, but still.
There’s not much else to say about the race—I was hot and ornery the entire time, and if it weren’t for Sonia running alongside me and entertaining me, I would have slowly strolled my way through the course like a tomcat hunting for his mate.
But the race itself was wonderful, as always. Here are some more photos to prove it.